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“No, I think he’s good. At least from what I can tell. Hey, I just wanted to thank you for putting up with his ass. You’re good for him.”
I giggled. “Well, he’s good for me. He’s good to me, too.”
“He better be. Be sure to get my number from him. Call me if you need me to straighten his ass out.”
“I will.”
A minute later, I opened the bathroom door to find Ryan standing on the other side of it. I handed him his phone, and said, “You really did all that stuff?”
His brow furrowed and alarm filled his eyes, which were more brown than green at that moment. “What stuff? What the hell did KC tell you?”
I laughed. “Nothing bad.”
He tossed the phone on the bed and grabbed me from behind, sliding his hand down the front of my panties, quickly finding my sensitive spot. “You wanna play, huh?”
“Wait, baby. I’m tryna get ready…”
He clamped his mouth to my neck, pulling my skin into it and ignoring my words. We finally left for the convention an hour later.
*****
The convention hall was a sea of aisles of booths and clumps of people. We barely had a chance to peruse two booths before a group of women wearing t-shirts that read, “I want Ryan to wash my hair,” accosted us, gushing about our videos and requesting pictures with us. Well, they really just wanted pictures with Ryan, but he always made sure I was standing by his side when the pictures were taken. It really didn’t bother me that he was now the star of my channel. I mean, if I were a woman watching those videos, my focus wouldn’t be on me, either. Shit, a blind woman would be attracted to his voice alone. So I let him have his shine, because I knew he was mine. Like KC had said, he was crazy about me. Even the droves of women who damn near tackled him in that convention hall knew it, with most of them declaring, “4C Angie, this man loves you! You could just feel it in that hair-washing video!” The same hair-washing video that now had four million views.
Four. Million.
Yeah, he loved me, and the world loved him.
We somehow managed to check out quite a few booths in between the impromptu photo shoots, and I made it to my panel on time. There was a huge turnout for the panel, and as I sat on a stool onstage next to a litany of natural hair stars feeling nervous about my first major live appearance, I locked eyes with Ryan who stood front and center, smiling at me. As anxious as I was, I murdered that panel.
When it was over, he met me onstage, pulling me into a hug and a kiss right there in front of everybody, and through the loud chorus of “oohs” and “aahs,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
36
The Coily-Con was actually a lot of fun. Exhausting, but fun. Never thought I’d say that shit about a natural hair convention. My ass was turning into KC. Or worse. Hell, I was turning into a natural hair celebrity. Not that I minded. I just wished I’d thought of those “I want Ryan to wash my hair” t-shirts. I saw at least thirty people wearing them, asked one lady where she’d bought it, and she said from a store online. Someone was making a killing!
Sunday was pretty much just like Saturday. We checked out some more of the vendors, I bought Baby a ton of shit, and we caught a couple of panels before heading back to our room to rest and get ready for the awards dinner that night.
It was black tie, but since I didn’t bring a tuxedo with me to Tennessee, I settled for a black suit that Angela said made me look so good it made her want to screw my ancestors. She wore a black dress that fit her ass like a glove, stopped at the middle of her thighs, and made me want to put hickies on both of her legs. Suffice it to say, we looked good when we stepped into the hotel’s ballroom together.
We settled at our assigned table, a huge round one covered with a black table cloth with ivory roses as a centerpiece, and were soon joined by six women, all of whom were natural hair bloggers or vloggers that Angela said she knew by name only, but Nappy Nina, Naturally Shay, Kinky Hair Don’t Care, Got Curls?, Braid and Slay, and Goldie Locs were all friendly and excited to meet both me and Angie.
Looking around, I realized there were very few men in the room as had been the case the entire weekend, but it really didn’t bother me. I had half-expected to be confronted by some chick I’d messed over, but either the women of my past weren’t into the whole natural hair scene, or they just didn’t want to confront me. Either way, I was prepared to lie if I had to. I was not losing my woman over some bullshit from the past.
Baby was pointing out someone to me, supposedly some famous YouTuber. I nodded and said something about the lady being on one of the panels we’d attended earlier, and when I turned my head, I saw her approaching us. I quickly shifted my eyes back to the famous YouTuber and thought to myself, was that…? But then I turned and fixed my eyes on her again, and the closer she got, the more I realized it was her, and my first thought was—
Angela hopped up and shrieked, “Alexis!”
Shit.
“Hey!” Alexis shouted back, walking into Angela’s open arms, and the two women hugged like lifelong friends.
Damn.
What kind of luck did I have for the one woman I’d messed over in the whole state of Tennessee to know Angela? Okay, so there was more than one, but whatever.
“Hey, you haven’t met Ryan, have you?” Angela asked.
Fuck.
